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Chapter 3

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Soon after the little run in with Logan I found myself in an office of this special school and home for mutants. "Anne. I am happy you have been able to make it." Charles said slow and soft. I rolled my eyes at his kindness clearly not in the best of moods.

'Charles how long has J-Logan been here? I have been looking for him since the day I escaped that place.' I questioned darkly. The guy with the weird sunglasses then spoke up. "You seem familiar...have we met?" He questioned with a slight hint of timidness trying to release the dark atmosphere around me.

Looking over at him closely my eyes widened. 'You're that teen that was my cell buddy at that hell hole 15 years ago!' I 'yelled' out in shock. Telepathically of course. A sense of recognition flashed through his mind.

"That was you?! But wait you look no older than sixteen years old!" He yelled out. I along with Charles which seemed to take them by surprise; snorted. "My dear boy looks can be deceiving. I believe you are almost two hundred by now." He said making everyone besides me to look at him insanely. I did a so-and-so gesture.

'Actually 338 but eh. Close enough, honestly I fail to care anymore.' I stated nonchalantly making the others stare at me in shock. 'That and I'm not a hundred percent sure how old I actually am...' I thought to myself sadly, but kept that emotion locked within. Looking over at their reactions I raised an eyebrow curiously.

They all had their mouths slacked open ajar. 'What? Is it really that weird? I am a mutant after all.' I said as I crossed my arms childishly. 'Why is it always like this when I first meet other people? They are either down right shocked or...well just pissy.'

Logan was the first to speak up from this silence. "So how do you know me?" I looked over at him slightly depressed. ' You saved me 105 years ago from being burned alive by the self proclaimed witch hunters. Well being burned alive the fourth...fifth? time at least. Friends ever since.' They all besides Charles looked at me in shock.

"Well that helps give us an age number for Logan at least." The red head commented trying to lighten the mood. "So. How do you know the Professor?" The woman with white hair asked next.

'He tried to recruit me some time ago. I was a bight fussy and ending up saying some...rude things.' I replied casually. To this Charles broke into a fit of laughter. "You say this as if you hadn't damned and cursed me."

'As I said Charles it wasn't my greatest year. Especially since that guy left me surrounded with complete assholes and a goddamn animal that was way too touchy touchy feely.' Almost everyone turned to the casually drinking Logan. "What?" 'It's nothing. Can I have some though?' I asked pointing to the pack of beer that sat on his foot.

"Eh. Sure why not." He tossed one into the air, which I caught with ease. But just as I was about to get a drink that damn red head took it from me telekinetically. To which I gave her my strongest glare as I snatched it back.

'Damn redhead...' And with that I quickly downed the bottle with ease. "I heard that." 'Course you did.' I said back while I leaned back a bit in my comfy chair. "You kept on calling me James. Is that really my name?" He asked breaking the silence that fell.